Summer Shudder (Aw)

[Miss Gates]

The whitelighter woman stepped on the sidewalk and put her blue hoodie on. The rain poured down hard on her head, but she continued to move on. The girl's name was Destiny Summers. Her bleach blond hair swayed in the wind and whipped around her white face. The area was unusally quiet. Destiny was a whitelighter who died of cancer years ago and she was selected by the angels for a higher calling.

Blue irises looked around the place cautiously. She had a place to go to; she needed to reach her charge. A witch who had just gotten powers and desperately needed guidance. Destiny was supposed to have been at the spot by now. She was supposed to meet the witch on a bus and pretend to help her to her school. However, Destiny had gotten lost.

She had no idea where she was and this was beginning to worry her. She sniffed the air and felt a presence watching her; a dark prescence. Destiny turned around and she saw a white wolf in the middle of the street just staring at her. Destiny took a deep breath and panicked. She went to move, but the wolf started towards her. A piercing scream emitted from her throat as the wolf lunged for her and bit her abdomen. She laid on the wet ground, bleeding out. Destiny's eyes closed and she groaned softly in pain.

"Help...Someone..." Destiny said softly before she passed out.

[taintedsoul]

He stared at her like she was some sort of drunken bum. It was apparent that she had been attacked, and honestly he didn't particularly care. She was covered in blood, and he was a civilized person....in simplest terms...he hated getting blood on himself. But then, whoever this person was seemed to be bleeding to death, apparent as she was laying in a puddle of blood. Lunas walked around her, debating on the chances she would survive long enough for someone else to find her. Doubtful. With a sigh he stripped off his cotton polo and ripped it into long pieces. "You know girl, if you live, you owe me a new shirt. Clora was a hell of a lover, i was planning on keeping this to remind me of her." With apparent ease he lifted her dead weight body. "I hate flying." he grumbled to himself. With sever concentration he pushed leather wings through the skin over his shoulder blades. It stung viciously, but he had long gotten used to the pain. With a few flaps they had risen high above the buildings. "Home we go." he smiled to himself. Home was a beautiful Victorian style mansion, with more rooms than he would ever need and and the silence he always craved.
"Good evening Master lunas. Is that a new guest, sir?" the perfect servant, only heard when needed and never seen. "Yes. Make up a room and get a doctor." he ordered. Without waiting for a response, he half flew, half walked to his own bedroom. Laying his package on the bed, he set to retracting the large wings. The process took only a few minutes, and was less painful than actually bringing them out, which was why he tended to not do it. He looked over to her. The firelight flickered across her face, the sheets covering her wounds. in this setting, he thought, she looks almost pretty. Ignoring that thought, he poured himself a glass of red, forcing his concentration on the swirling liquid. A drink did nothing to belay the feeling that was starting to rise in his stomach. "Michelle, i wish you were still here to help me. Gods, why would you leave a girl that looks just like my beloved in my path. Is this some sort of torture for letting her die?" Tears burned in his throat. He didn't cry often, but when he did it was silent and full of hurt. Deciding that he would rather change rooms than stay with the memories this strange girl brought, he placed his glass on the nightstand next to her. "May your dreams be more peaceful than mine." He brushed the hair away from her face and brushed his lips over her forehead. "Make sure she doesn't leave." he spoke to the blackness next to the door, his voice suddenly cold and businesslike. "As you wish." came the servant. The door closed behind him and with a click, the lock was in place.

[Miss Gates]

Destiny's forehead crinkled a little when Lunas had kissed her forehead. Her heart pumped violently and her skin burned; a fever spiked and sweat started to roll of her skin like rain. Destiny's skin turned pale, pallid.

A piercing scream emitted from Destiny's throat. She was in tremendous pain. The werewolf that had bitten her infected her and not only that, but took her angelic powers away and tainted her blood. Destiny could feel her body changing and to the people watching her she appeared to be a child with epilepcy having a violent seizure.

[taintedsoul]

when he heard the scream his heart dropped. Visions of Michelle's death flashed through his mind, without thinking his legs carried him back to her. Even had the door not been locked, Lunas didn't think to use the doorknob. He crashed through, splintering the wood. He saw her convulsing on the bed, her skin clammy. "Michelle!" he gasped. All remembrance that this was not his late wife, but a new girl he found dying in the middle of a road died. At the moment it was his beloved in front of him and she was hurting. He knew not to try to hold her down, but he needed to help. Grabbing a soaked washcloth he ran over to the bed. He wiped it over her brow and lips, trying to cool the fever than he could feel running through her body. "Werewolf" he growled. He would destroy the creature that wounded her. Rip it limb from limb for daring to touch what was under his protection. "It's alright my love, it'll be ok, shhhhhh." he stroked her hair. Dipping the rag in a bowl he was certain had been delivered when he went to the bed, he ran it over her body, trying to cool the heated skin. Her wound had been wrapped by a deft hand, and as far as he could tell the blood had stopped flowing so freely. He stayed until she quieted; soothing her and washing the sweat that beaded on her skin from the fever. "Sweet dreams." purely out of habit he brushed his lips over hers and rose to leave. His chest itched fiercely, once again reminding him of where he was. Reminding him that this woman in his bed was not with wife. She had been taken from him long ago. this girl was just a look alike, she could never replace the free spirit he had loved so fully. "I'm going out, i'll be back in the morning. She's not to leave." he grabbed a coat and left. He would forget about michelle for a little while, focus on someone else for the night. With fierce determination, he made his way to a bar.

[Miss Gates]

Destiny finally calmed down, though darkness consumed her and tainted her angelic soul. She found herself hungry, but too weak to move. Her eyes opened slowly with great difficulty. New surroundings soaked her brain and it took awhile for her to figure out that she had been moved. Her body hurt all over like someone was stabbing her or like her body had fallen asleep and a bunch of needles stung her. Destiny looked around, but didn't sit up. She didn't even move her chapped lips. Instead, she hacked a cough and kept coughing.

"Water," Destiny choked and coughed again.

The infection was going through her body fast and by the end of the night, Destiny would be a new being. She would be the first of her kind. A werewolf and a whitelighter. She remembered the beast that had attacked her and tears streamed down her cheeks. Destiny feared that the angels and God would not accept her any longer.

The werewolf that had attacked Destiny from before walked into the bar and sat down next to Lunas. He chuckled; he could sense what he was. He ordered a drink and sipped on the glass. He wondered if the man would be impressed with his new accomplishment. The werewolf looked at Lunas and laughed a little, being cocky.

"I Changed an angel today," he said. "And found out that she couldn't fly. She was very easy to eat." He paused. "And tasty."

[taintedsoul]

Lunas turned to the newcomer. He was still frustrated, none of the girls pleased him. None of them sated his need. *None of them are her* he'd realized. So instead of sleeping with beautiful women and enjoying it he was sitting on a bar stool getting steadily...nowhere. Devils' had the evil ability to not be able to get drunk.
"Congrats to you. I've killed angels before." he yawned.
What was this kid trying to prove? A scent wafted past him. It was so familiar, yet he couldn't place it. He could sense the fresh blood on him, but that was no surprise, the boy had just boasted about killing a wingless angel. the nigging in the back of his head bothered him again...how did he know that scent? Ignoring it, he decided to leave. There was no way he was going to be able to find a woman to share his bed tonight. Just as he turned away he figured it out. Michelle had..no it wasn't michelle....the new girl...she had that scent on her. Anger rose in him. His pentagram burned with unholy power.
"Did you see her face?" he growled.
before the other man even spoke Lunas had his hand around his throat.
"If you dare to touch my wife again, i will have your flesh ripped from you're bones and drink your soul." he crushed the man's windpipe, squeezing harder and harder. He relished the sound of the bones crushing under his fingers. With a quick snap he broke the werewolf's neck.
"Stay away from what's mine dog."
Not caring about his jacket, he spread his wings and raced home. He didn't know why he did it, he just had to. Looking in on her showed her awake and coughing. He resisted the need to help her sip the water, instead summoning one of many servants.
"Help her drink. If she dies, i'll kill you." he growled and once again left the room.

[Miss Gates]

The werewolf was shocked at what the devil had just done. Was he in love with his new child that he had created? If so, the girl wasn't his at all. The angel was his. He had every right to go near her and he would. Whether the damned devil wanted him to or not. He rubbed his throat in pain and ordered a bottle of vodka. He needed to find his child.

Destiny was shocked at the reaction of the man she did not know. She didn't know why he cared so much about her, but one of the servants helpd her drink. She was still sweating and soon night had fallen. Destiny fell asleep and she was summoned to the whitelighters' council. She looked at them sickly.

"What's happening to me?" Destiny asked one of them.

"You are changing into a beast Destiny," one of them replied. "I am afraid that you cannot be a part of us anymore."

Destiny's eyes snapped opened and she sobbed. God had rejected her. Just like that. She didn't even want to become the thing that had bitten her.

"Why..." Destiny sobbed.

[taintedsoul]

He paced outside the door, vicious to any who past him. He could sense the second angel powers entered his house. He was losing control over himself. He must never allow that. His wings stretched, his fangs grew. He was a devil, and the angels dare enter his house?! He ripped the door off it's hinges, tearing through the room.
"Where is she?!" he tore over the bed, ripping it to shreds. she was nowhere to be found.
"I will break the barrier myself if i have to." his eyes grew to slits and venom started dripping from his fangs. No angel would ever defeat him. No angel would ever take what was his. Blinded by rage he tore around town, killing every holy creature he sensed.
"Take me up there or i'll kill you!" he seethed.
Again his victim was killed. He vowed not to stop until destiny was returned and safe in his house. Someone would pay for this

[Miss Gates]

The angels were shocked at the devil's reaction. The rest of the angels floated Destiny back to her house in blue sparkles, like she was some goddess. Destiny appeared on the bed and laid there like a lifeless corpse. She didn't even react to Lunas at first. She was numb and fell into a deep depression. God didn't want her anymore. She was useless; why should she live? Destiny wondered. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a strange creature.

A creature with terrifying wings and a fangs. Fear rose in Destiny's mind like smoke did in a fire. Her eyes widened and she screamed. "What are you?!" Her voice was hoarse and weak, for she was still very sick.

[taintedsoul]

his anger died as her presence filled his house again. He let the body drop, disgusted with himself. He had impeccable control and he lost it to an angel of all things. one he didn't even know. *It's just because she looks like michelle.* as he thought her name he felt an overwhelming urge to clean himself immediately. Michelle would have hated him to be covered in blood inside the house. "You are a devil," she'd say, "but you are also a gentleman and a good man. I don't want you to hurt remembering you kill." she had made him almost proud to be a devil. She forgave him every soul he took, though the souls were from her own kind. She loved him for something beyond the evil...something other humans condemned him for. He had been floored when a human girl waltzed right up to him and told him she loved him. *a human who gave her life willingly for you.* He stripped off his blood soaked jacket, leaving it where he stood. he silently begged there to be a river or stream nearby. As though nature heard his call the weather clouded and rain poured heavily. He was thankful that no one saw his tears. He had killed his wife, though it was not he that held the dagger. Since the whitelighter came his thoughts had been flooded of that time he had so desperately tried to lock away.
"I have to get rid of her. i don't want to remember."
he felt the wolf pass into his territory. he taken three steps before he forced himself to stop. It would be better if the wolf took her. Then lunas needn't find a way to get her to leave.
He clenched his fists when someone came up next to him.
"Hello cousin. What are you doing here?"

[Miss Gates]

The infection was passing through her system even faster; every second that Lunas was gone the faster the infection spread through out Destiny's body. The pain was unbearable. Some of the servants came to sedate her, but nothing work. There was too much adrenaline pumping in her veins. Every pang felt like someone broke a bone. Destiny screamed out in agony. She wished the servants could make everything stop. Sweat rolled off her skin like butter. Destiny was dying; sort of. Her angelic soul was tainted. Just like the angels had said. They were right. She was nothing. She felt like nothing. Nothing but evil and the evil wouldn't stop. The evil would consume her and this frightened Destiny more than anything.

The relationship with her sire was growing stronger. She could feel him inside her and this ached her heart. This made her want to kill. Blood, ah the sweet smell of blood haunted her mind. Destiny had visions of what her sire had done in the past and she screamed again. There were so many innocents...Innocents that were killed. Just make it stop! Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!!! Destiny tossed and turned and the evil burned inside her.

[Deleted]

"What i can't visit my cousin? Im hurt at how unwelcome i am," she said as she stood beside Lunas her sword on her hip. She had pulled her hair back into a pony tail it was longer now then the last time she had seen or visited. She sighed and felt that something was worrying Lunas.

"What's worrying you Lunas?" she asked as she crossed her arms. She didn't like it when he was worried. She was not around as much as she wanted to be but what kept her away was teaching young wolves how to control themselves. She sighed and pushed that out of her mind as she focused on Lunas right now.

[taintedsoul]

he knew there was no chance to hide anything from her. they had grown up together. "Matia you know you're welcome to visit, and always wanted here." love lit his eyes enough to cover most of the sadness.
"I have a new werewolf, well she will be, at my house. Matia, she looks exactly like Michelle." he almost broke. "Everything about her was so....so familiar. It's bringing back all the memories i put away over 300 years ago." He hissed.
As he spoke his body was tuned in to what was happening. Her presence was starting to fade and the wolf's grew stronger. He recognized the signs. Her sire was starting to bond with her. Something in him snapped. Whatever he wanted to happen to the girl, this creature was taking something from his house.
"We have to get back. Her sire's there. He's got quite a taste for flesh. I've found something for you to hang around for. Other than me. hold on." He grabbed her around the waist, not waiting for her to be prepared. He didn't feel his wings this time, he just flew, hoping he got to the house in time to destroy that wolf. His cousin had given him the solution. He would keep the girl with him and his lovely cousin could train her to be what she was now. He would have his michelle back.

[Miss Gates]

Destiny was growing weaker by the second. She knew what this was. This was death, except there was no light at the end of the tunnel. In replacement of the light, there was blackness. Nothing but blackness. Destiny felt as if she were floating; that tingly kind of feeling swept over her body. The kind of tingly feeling that someone would get when a person falls asleep. Then a numbing pain and more pangs...That were more terrible than the last seizure. Screams emitted from the sickly girl and she tossed and turned wildly. She looked like she was having some sort of fit. A fit that a child should only have. Suddenly everything stopped; time seemed to freeze in that moment as Destiny's body changed into something incredible.

Incredibly bad; she was now no longer a whitelighter, but a werewolf. A werewolf and a whitelighter. What was that? Destiny had no idea. She felt crushed and unbelievably hurt. The Change was rough, but she survived the agony.

[Deleted]

Matia felt the new wolf and when they were close enough she launched herself from Lunas's hands and shifted mid flight. She entered the room and growled at Destiny. She wasn't going to let Destiny go on a rampage. She stood there her white fur a striking contrast to her black mark on her forhead and the glowing crimson red eyes she now had.

She stood there trying to say i will be dominat. She didn't want to hurt Destiny if she didn't have to but her teeth were bared at Destiny. She wasnt about to let her go and do as she wished nor join the asshole that did this to her.